Chapter 75: More Please – Desensitization Therapy Part 2
“Mingzhi, it’s done, the new ‘hamster’ has arrived, I’m coming over!”
“Hamster” was their code word for “task.” As long as Dong Ling didn’t associate it with tasks in her mind, she could say it smoothly.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Song Mingzhi chuckled and started checking her nails and applying hand cream.
Everything had to be perfect, the girl’s skin was delicate, she couldn’t accidentally scratch her.
Dong Ling’s heart raced all the way there.
At the door, she practiced looking angry.
She had to follow the task system’s instructions to the letter, otherwise, if the task system deemed her attitude not angry enough and the task failed, it would be a disaster, this was 13%, practically the highest reward besides the initial contract.
The task system started playing the designated lines in her mind, Dong Ling feigned anger and started reciting them.
“Give me an explanation, why have you been ignoring me these past few days? Why were there rumors about you with someone else, and you didn’t even bother explaining? Don’t you forget our relationship!”
Dong Ling wanted to push Song Mingzhi onto the bed, but she couldn’t budge her, so she quickly winked at Song Mingzhi.
Song Mingzhi, wearing casual clothes, cooperated and fell onto the bed.
Her loose clothes shifted with the movement, revealing part of her collarbone, her fair skin and the inadvertently displayed mature feminine charm made Dong Ling’s mouth go dry, she inexplicably felt a surge of genuine anger.
“Listen carefully, Song Mingzhi, you can only be my woman, no other random people can get close to you.”
Dong Ling knelt beside Song Mingzhi, imitating the posture she had imagined, and said with a haughty expression.
“From the moment I saw you, you were destined to be mine.”
Dong Ling could barely maintain her arrogance, she could only cry for help at these lines.
Song Mingzhi looked at Dong Ling’s faltering arrogance and slightly distorted expression, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Her baby was so cute.
Seeing Dong Ling glare at her, she immediately raised her hands in surrender, as an experienced actress, she had broken character.
“Yes, I’m yours.”
Song Mingzhi wrapped her arms around Dong Ling’s waist, her eyes filled with affectionate laughter.
Her beautiful features, with their fatal charm, struck Dong Ling’s heart.
But no matter how flustered she was, Dong Ling still had to finish her lines.
Unlike Song Mingzhi’s current cooperation, the female lead in the original novel wasn’t so compliant, fortunately, the connecting lines weren’t too awkward.
Dong Ling looked at Song Mingzhi and said: “You can only be mine.”
She meant these words, she wanted Song Mingzhi to belong only to her.
Who cared about the “hamster” and the 13% now? This was a warm breeze that further ignited their passion.
Dong Ling was wearing a light purple dress today, the color complementing her fair skin, even now, hanging loosely and bunched up, it still looked beautiful.
Song Mingzhi wasn’t in a hurry, she was an experienced hunter, patient in everything she did.
But her girlfriend’s constitution wasn’t very good, and soon, her eyes were filled with tears.
Outside the window was the city in autumn, looking somewhat desolate in the cool weather, but not in the eyes of lovers, the captivating heat could change the very seasons.
Dong Ling was supposed to be acting angry, but she couldn’t keep up the pretense at this time.
She was very ticklish, couldn’t stand being touched, and even with Song Mingzhi, she was struggling to endure.
The tingling sensation seemed to emanate from beneath her skin, a sensitivity that couldn’t be alleviated by scratching, the spreading numbness making Dong Ling go limp.
Fragmented thoughts flashed through her mind, their meanings elusive, she was afraid of this unfamiliar feeling, instinctively wanting to protect herself, to escape.
She repeated the name that brought her comfort, whispering: “Song Mingzhi.”
Over and over again, intertwined and merging.
“Don’t be afraid, Ling Ling, there’s a term called desensitization.”
Desensitization was a medical term, Baidu Encyclopedia defined it as a method for treating hypersensitivity reactions caused by certain allergens, by repeatedly injecting small amounts of allergens within a short period, the active mediators in sensitized cells would be depleted until exhaustion.
“This is the allergen.”
Song Mingzhi moved her fingers, in the warm light, her fingers seemed to glow faintly, with a rich fragrance.
Song Mingzhi was a meticulous person with a science background, her experiment scores in high school were always perfect, she was very precise with the ratio of materials, and had strict control over the tolerance of experimental subjects, even if this was an experimental subject she had never studied before, a flower.
For Dong Ling, this was even more intoxicating than several bottles of alcohol.
The distorted lines of the room swayed, filled with Song Mingzhi’s traces.
The flowers of April have faded, but the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are just beginning to bloom. (A poem by Bai Juyi, often used to describe a late bloomer)
It turned out that desensitization therapy was indeed effective, especially desensitization for love.
Dong Ling’s hair was thick and dark, like seaweed, her eyes tinged with a faint red, her dark hair and red lips, like a captivating siren.
Her sea was gentle, embracing the explorer, the waves crashing against the rocks, carried by the wind to the shore, the ebb and flow leaving traces on the sand.
[Task complete, current main storyline progress: 70%.]
Quantitative change leading to qualitative change, an eternal truth.
Dong Ling ignored the unromantic system notification, but felt an unusual sense of ease and joy.
Song Mingzhi’s gentleness and restraint were evident in every aspect, this was probably one of the characteristics of a mature lover.
“Why is there lemonade by the bed?”
Dong Ling saw a pitcher of lemonade on the nightstand and asked curiously.
Her voice was languid, Song Mingzhi brushed aside the dark hair clinging to her arm, wiped the light sweat from her forehead, and poured her a glass of water.
“I was worried you would be thirsty.”
Song Mingzhi fed Dong Ling the water, it wasn’t that she was being overly concerned, she didn’t want Dong Ling to end up in the hospital due to dehydration, although this reason was absurd and the probability very low, Song Mingzhi still felt it was better to be prepared.
Dong Ling swallowed the lemonade, and after drinking a glass, she did feel much better.
Dong Ling originally thought it was time to cuddle with her girlfriend and make up for the past few days of separation, but Song Mingzhi was being mischievous.
“Baby, we’ve been apart for three days, we just started dating, I missed you so much these past few days.”
Who could resist Song Mingzhi whispering “baby” in their ear? Dong Ling lay back down.
The disadvantage of an experienced, older lover was evident at this moment, a heart of stone, unmoved.
Only when Dong Ling finally had the word “Jiejie” etched into her DNA did this longing finally end.
Dong Ling slept for a very long time, and only woke up the next evening, her muscles aching, staring blankly into space.
She was tired of saying the words “absolutely not.”
Wearily getting up to wash up, Dong Ling collapsed on the sofa, there was a glass of water prepared on the table, Dong Ling gulped down two glasses, briefly feeling alive again.
Song Mingzhi wasn’t lying, her wrist strength was truly very good.
Dong Ling thought she wasn’t bad either, all those years of yoga were indeed effective, but this desensitization was a bit too much, she felt like her health bar was almost empty.
There was a note on the table left by Song Mingzhi, the intimate address making Dong Ling blush.
Dong Ling giggled for a while, then patted her cheeks to wake herself up.
She didn’t ask her assistant to order food, although she was physically exhausted, she wasn’t very hungry.
She was still thinking about the results of Song Mingzhi and Zhong Zhong’s DNA test, she had wanted to ask yesterday, but was distracted by Song Mingzhi.
Song Mingzhi finished work at eleven o’clock and immediately left the set.
Yu Shuangwei originally wanted to discuss some acting issues with Song Mingzhi, but when she turned around, Song Mingzhi was already gone, unprecedentedly eager to leave work.
Song Mingzhi quickly changed her clothes, took down her hair, and returned to the hotel with her stage makeup still on.
“Did she ask you to bring any food?”
Song Mingzhi asked Xiao Tan, who shook her head. Song Mingzhi then bought some seafood porridge on her way back and entered the room.
The girl was wearing her shirt, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, scrolling through Weibo, her hair tied back in a bun, revealing her slender neck, the red marks on it conspicuous.
The corners of Song Mingzhi’s lips curved upwards, she placed the food on the table.
“When did you wake up? Why didn’t you ask Xiao Tan to bring you some food?”
“I just woke up, I’m not very hungry.”
Dong Ling said this, but she opened the bag and the container.
“Then I’ll go remove my makeup.”
Song Mingzhi ruffled Dong Ling’s hair and went into the bathroom.
Her face was still covered by a mask, she was a little self-conscious in front of her little girlfriend.
After all, stage makeup was meant to be paired with costumes, it wouldn’t match her current casual clothes and hairstyle, and she had been filming all day, she didn’t want her girlfriend to see her makeup melting or caking.
Dong Ling nodded, eating the hot porridge while chatting with Tang Qianxi, asking how she was doing.
It had been three days since Tang Qianxi went to find Chen Shang Shang, Tang Qianxi occasionally sent her short messages, seemingly reluctant to tell her what happened, and Chen Shang Shang, she probably thought she was still in the dark.
[Tang Qianxi]: The revolution has not yet succeeded, I’m still working on it.
Dong Ling could only reply with a “Jiayou,” and then decided to see what Chen Shang Shang’s attitude was, in this relationship, the main obstacle came from Chen Shang Shang, so whether Chen Shang Shang was firm in her decision was more important.
[Dong Ling]: Shang Shang, what are you doing? Have you eaten?
[Chen Shang Shang]: Ling Ling, it’s already past eleven, why are you only eating now?
[Dong Ling]: I woke up late, are you still out of town?
[Chen Shang Shang]: About to go back, sigh.
[Dong Ling]: What’s wrong? Are you troubled by something? I feel like you haven’t been in a good mood lately.
The specific manifestation of Chen Shang Shang’s bad mood was that she stopped posting on her WeChat Moments, even rarely posting funny pictures.
[Chen Shang Shang]: I am a little troubled, I have a friend…
[Chen Shang Shang]: Forget it, that friend is me.
[Chen Shang Shang]: Ling Ling, I’m being pursued by a girl, and I happen to like her too, she’s very special to me, but I’m afraid to come out, what should I do?
[Dong Ling]: It’s normal to be afraid, after all, this society isn’t very tolerant, I think whether or not to come out is your decision, but you have to be sure that you won’t regret your choice, be prepared to take on the risks, and most importantly, trust each other, and face it together.
[Dong Ling]: Of course, I don’t mean coming out together, but facing the consequences together, then even if there are unpleasantries, you’ll remember that you did this because you like her, not because she changed everything.
This was Dong Ling’s current mentality, she wanted to hold onto the person she cherished.
Footsteps approached, Song Mingzhi, wearing a bathrobe, sat down beside Dong Ling, looked at the half-eaten porridge, and rubbed her belly.
“Why did you only eat so little?”
“I was chatting with a friend, I wasn’t focused on eating.”
Dong Ling immediately self-criticized, picked up her spoon and continued eating, placing her phone on the table, waiting for Chen Shang Shang’s reply.
“Then let me feed you.”
Song Mingzhi took the spoon from Dong Ling’s hand, so she could use her hands to reply to messages.
Dong Ling swallowed a mouthful of porridge and sighed with mock distress: “Mingzhi, you’ll really spoil me rotten like this.”
“Why don’t you call me Jiejie anymore?” Song Mingzhi put the tip of the spoon in her mouth, licked it, and raised an eyebrow, “Tastes good.”
Dong Ling’s DNA moved. (Activated)
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